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I can start it again.

Politics sure plays hell

with your poetry.

I keep thinking I see you.

It's the damnedest thing.

I miss you, honey.

I miss walking on the beach.

- Hello.

- Where's the whiskey?

Would you like a glass?

Don't try and decide.

I'll get you one.

I like your play.

I only hope I can do the part justice.

I think your dialogue is beautiful.

I really do, I love it...

Then why the hell

don't you just stand still and say it

instead of wandering all over the stage?

You're supposed to be looking

for your soul, not an ashtray.

Would you rather I didn't smoke

during rehearsals?

I'd rather you went up in flames

than put out your cigarette

in the middle

of a monologue about birth.

I'm sorry. You're absolutely right.

It makes me wanna cancel

the whole production.

I won't do it again.

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

You keep the glass. I'll take the bottle.

Are you leaving?

Give me your glass.

Are you nervous?

- Or is that a tremor?

- Why aren't you in Chicago with Jack?

Why should I be?

He has his things, I have mine.

- What are they?

- What?

The things that you have that are yours.

What are they?

My work, for one.

He's a real mean

son of a b*tch, isn't he?

What do you mean?

Leaving you alone with your work.

- You think I mind?

- You should.

It's the one thing

we mustn't be left alone with.

- You may feel that way, I don't.

- Good.

Don't let those village radicals keep you

from being what you should be.

What do you think I should be?

The center of attention.

Well, you must have been

with some very competitive women.

Let's just say possessive.

Possessive? That's something else.

It's a waste of time.

I'm not.

Neither is Jack, for that matter.

Oh, yes. I know.

You and Jack have your own things.

He has the freedom to do the things

that he wants to and so do I.

And I think anyone who's afraid

of that kind of freedom

is really only afraid

of his own emptiness.

Are you making this up

as you go along?

I'd like you to go.

Why?

Because I don't want to be patronized.

I'm sorry if you don't believe

in mutual independence

and free love and respect.

Don't give me a lot of parlor socialism

that you learned in the Village.

If you were mine, I wouldn't share you

with anybody or anything.

It'd be just you and me.

You'd be at the center of it all.

You know,

it would feel lot more like love

than being left alone with your work.

- I hope I haven't upset you.

- Not at all. I'm grateful.

But you seem to be looking

for something much more serious

than what I had in mind.

- Than what you had in mind?

- Yes.

You see, Jack and I

are both perfectly capable

of living with our beliefs.

But I think someone as romantic as you

would be destroyed by them.

And I don't want that to happen.

It would upset Jack too much.

You can't come and play in my yard

I don't love you anymore

You'll be sorry when you see me

Sliding down my cellar door

You can't holler down my rain barrel

You can't climb my apple tree

I don't want to play in your yard

If you can't be good to me

I don't want to play in your yard

I don't like you anymore

You'll be sorry when you see me

Sliding down our cellar door

You can't holler down our rain barrel

You can't climb our apple tree

I don't want to play in your yard

If you won't be good to me

Wonderful!

Floyd, I've been

waiting for this for weeks.

Tap your sensuality.

- Wonderful close.

- Extraordinary.

Very good. Excellent.

- Floyd, that's new for you, isn't it?

- Max, what about you?

- Okay. Who's next?

- I just recited

two-thirds of my new play.

You said it was a work

of uncanny perception.

Oh, did I? How quickly we forget.

- Well!

- Jack. Come in.

News from the front.

- Hello, Jack.

- Hello, Jack.

- Hi, Jack.

- How was the trip?

Welcome back.

- Who's next?

- Nobody's next.

Let's have a dance out of Gene.

Jack, you're just in time

to see O'Neill dance.

Okay. Do something Irish.

Come on, Gene.

Yeah. Let's have it, Gene.

- Yeah. Go ahead Gene.

- Recite something from your new play.

Hutch says it's wonderful.

Tell us about the convention, Jack.

How was Wilson's speech?

Never mind the speech.

What was he wearing?

- What about Wilson?

- Yeah. What about Wilson?

Oh, I don't think there's any reason to

believe that Wilson's gonna do anything

other than support the interest of the

ruling class and take us into the war.

But as long as he says he's against it,

then I think we have to support him.

Because he'll have to make good on

that campaign promise

for at least a few months

and that might give us time

to strengthen the anti-war coalition.

But there's a lot more pro-war feeling in

the streets now than there was before...

You want another drink, Gene?

I guess not.

- Good night.

- Night.

Good night.

Would you like

some cold tea with lemon?

No, thanks.

Well, I'll have some, anyway.

- What's this?

- A poem.

May I read it?

I didn't finish it.

Finish it.

Finish it?

Would that make you happy?

If I were a poet?

I'm happy.

- Jack.

- Why don't you get some sleep?

Jack.

There's something

that I have to tell you.

- You don't have to tell me anything.

- No?

No.

You want to get married?

Okay. There we go. I'll see...

- Oh, careful there. Careful.

- There's two more to come.

Two? No, there should be three.

Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry to hover like this.

It's not that

you're not doing a wonderful job.

It's just that I'm very concerned

about this one particular box.

- Here. No. No.

- I'll take it.

Where's the whiskey?

- Lady, where do you want this?

- Oh, just put it over there.

That'll be fine. Thank you.

Yeah.

- Anything to drink in there?

- Drink?

Oh, here. Thanks.

Thank you very much. I...

- Thank you. Good.

- Thank you.

Oh. Well. Let's see now. Here we are.

- Gene?

- No glass?

Oh. Let's see.

Well, I guess I should have

labeled these, shouldn't I have?

No. No, that isn't the right one.

Try this one.

Well, what are you working on, Gene?

At the moment, Scotch.

I found a cup. Will a cup be all right?

- I'd prefer a glass.

- A glass.

You know,

you left without saying goodbye.

That's not like you, not that I have

slightest idea what you're like.

Success at last. See, a... Here we go.

Your skill as a bartender

seems to have deteriorated.

- Are you nervous?

- Yes. No. I'm...

Why should I be nervous? My God,

it's gonna smell like a saloon in here.

- What is it?

- It's a poem telling you that I love you.

And that I won't be possessive

and I won't be jealous.

And you can sleep with whoever

you want, live with whoever you want.

I'll do anything that you say.

I'd like to kill you, but I can't.

So you can do whatever you want to,

except not see me.

Or smoke during the monologue.

Gene, Jack and I,

we haven't told anyone yet

because we were too embarrassed.

But

we're married.

Jack and I got married.

- That is embarrassing.

- Yes. Isn't it?

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